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This would be something I would like to ride and have as a ride.

What the hell happen, did you get brusitis again?

Our flight was delayed out of Atlanta, which made us miss our flight in Brussells. The next flight wasn't until Tuesday. Threw the pack on, threw our little girl on top of the pack and headed into town. Not a bad place to spend the weekend. We spent our days napping, getting over jet lag, seeing the sights, eating moules en frites and drinking all the good Belgium beer I could get my hands on.

The final word is there will be no final word.

I would say an attempt is once you leave your house with the intention of climbing something you have begun your attempt.

I would say an attempt is once you leave your house with the intention of climbing something you have begun your attempt.

Is like a fucking nightmare. I only get a chance to climb alpine a few times a year now and the weather has fucked me over the last few times.

Climbing is as close as I get to practing any type of religion.

Margaritas at GG sounds nice. Even more of an incentive to make it there.

Ah now I know what it is like for some of you poor suckers with kids that don't sleep through the night. We just made the flight back from Rwanda the other day, 26 hours of fly time, 30 somthing hours total including the airport. We were all beat, but the jet lag has set in, little Simone been waking at 2 am. Last night Misti took care of her, tonight was my night, 345 am now, time to get some sleep again.

I think I can make it. I am back in town now. Beer me.

That is funny. One time when I was on safari, I saw a big bull elephant dragging his dick on the ground, I wish I would have had my camera, I couldn't believe it.

I could care less about the weather, I just want to get back to the mother land. Sunday just seems to far away.

clackety clack Someone always has to ruin all the fun.

Awesome I love hearing about the little ones getting out and climbing. I keep looking forward to getting Simone out on the rock someday.

WHAT? How is snoop dog and dr. dre embarrassing? Hmm, maybe it has to do with the fact I am far from a gangsta, not even close to being a wigga. I don't carry around a piece, gat or 9 milli. I don't call women I hang out with ho's and bitches, nor do they just mean sex to me. I do like chronic, indo, sticky icky and gin&juice though.

I knew this would happen, that is why I never told, I should have gone with my gut instinct.

Read this and you will understand Bill's response to your post.

Other reason I don't like being overseas, I miss going to these things.

Man you guys really do listen to some crap. Stuff I am sort of embarassed that I like is Linkin Park, Marilyn Manson, Snoop Dog, Dr. Dre and Jack Johnson

Saturday: Drank my coffee, took a shit, rode the bike for 4 hours, ate, went hiking for 2 hours with Simone on my back, drank and ate. Sunday: Drank my coffee, took a shit, rode the bike for 3 hours, ate, napped, drank and ate. Most of the weekend I kept day dreaming of getting the hell out of here and being back in Seattle. Damn I can't wait.

I freaking jealous. I want to move back.

That is awesome. I hope that Simone has the same enthusiasm.

Ok I am with Alpinfox, hip deep in powder on a board or ski has to be the funnest while smoking grass. Throw some good tunes in Pod and rip that shit. Definitely reminds me of high school. One year I was living in SLC and ripping powder year. I ended up missing about 100 days of school, though the next year I had to take two english and two math course in the same year it was well worth it. I also like sex, mountain biking, bouldering and lifting weights while high on the pot. Lately I been toking the reefer on almost all my rides. Brownies suck, do you put other types of herbs in your brownies? NO. Pizza is where it is at. Then there is the weird and obsessive and compulsive part of me that loves getting stoned and cleaning the house and/or organizing the gear room. I am not a sit-on-the-couch-with-the-brain-drain-on type of pothead.

"Parenting club". I've never heard that moniker for one's appendage before. You gotta admit it definitely sounds better than parenting vienna sausage.